1. A Hard Nights Work


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Trans, Author: steveyg1985, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    University I had undergone breast enhancement surgery, and thanks to a particularly generous ex-lover, I had been able to employ a very skilled surgeon to perform the procedure. I love my generous 34C breasts. They are perfectly round, and sit heavy in my hands. My dark brown areolas are provocatively large and in spite of surgery, my nipples remain excruciatingly sensitive to touch. I worked hard to maintain a flat stomach and whilst I often envied girls their natural curves in the hips, I had a suitably curvy bum to properly fill out the dresses and skinny jeans I wore. Hands and feet are often difficult to disguise but again, my distant Asian blood aids me. I have size seven feet and relatively small hands, so I could pass you by and all you would think is that you had just noticed a very alluring woman. And so it was that yesterday morning I was in a coffee shop in town, sat at a table studying, when an equally notorious fellow student caught my eye, and asked if he could join me. I of course accepted and allowed him to sit. This was Ethan Cunnington. He was ‘old money’ as the phrase goes, and he ran in the most elite circle in University. Like many of the students who didn’t quite fit in that world, I would scoff and mock them with my friends, but deep down I envied them, and craved to be a part of their world. Ethan knew who I was, and as we talked and laughed about general University life, I relaxed in his company. I was wearing a denim skirt, black tights, Ugg boots ...
    and a University hoody. Not my Sunday best to be sure, but Ethan’s intense stare told me that he liked what he saw. The conversation flowed nicely. I provocatively bit the end of my pen and threw my head back with a throaty laugh at his suggestive jokes. As we finished our drinks, Ethan lent in close to whisper in my ear. I thought that somehow he was about to ask me out on a date, and I held my breath as I felt his tickle my ear. In his deep eloquent voice, Ethan began to speak. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation but then my mouth opened and my eyes widened as he presented me with a surprising proposition. He told me that he and a group of his chums often had gatherings at one of their houses and that they tried to outdo each other with the ‘festivities’ they arranged. He explained that he had arranged for a hooker to come that night but she had just cancelled. He needed a backup and quick. What Ethan then proposed shocked me; he would pay me ten thousand pounds for one night. In that one night, I would be required to service him and his nine friends, however they demanded. I drew my head back and stared into his eyes, not quite believing what he had just said. His hand landed on my thigh, and as he squeezed, he told me I had an hour to decide. He rose and swept out of the coffee shop leaving me with a look of disbelief on my face. One of the main misnomers that I encounter about being a transsexual is that I essentially am this way for purely sexual reasons and therefore, ...
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